|Blue Mosque- September 10, 2010|
Three days in a row, we took the plunge and went to Taksim- one of the busiest neighborhoods in the city. In Taksim, people were out in throngs and Istakal (its main artery) turned into a thicker, more raucous stream than usual. Masses undulated in their strolling, leaving little choice but to join in their rhythm and take in the sights. People held onto children, holding onto dribbling ice cream cones. There were vendors selling roasted corn, cashews, roasted chestnuts, lottery tickets. Pyramids of baklava beckoned from sweet shop windows, oozing and glistening with stickiness. "Indirim! -50%! -70%" screamed signs from every clothing shop window. Every other shop seemed to be a chewy ice cream stand, where a vendor with a red hat embroidered with gold thread poked and prodded into his big ice cream canisters, while the piled up cones arched into the street, reaching so far they seemed to want to tap you on the shoulder. Although the sheer magnitude of the crowd was a sight to behold, I was eager to slip away from the torrent and into the windy side streets for a quieter dinner or a coffee.
|Entrance to Istakal from Taksim Square- September 10, 2010|